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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

11 - ‘Come gentle night…’

Kemp lost track of the time
as he watched everything going on in the club. When the band came on stage he
listened avidly, soaking up the music. The singer was, in his opinion,
fantastic. If he could ever be even half that good he’d be happy.

After the first beer he
decided to switch to soda, not liking the faint buzz the alcohol had given him.
He’d had beer before, always with the same results and had long ago decided it
really wasn’t for him.

After the band finished its
second set he suddenly realized that it was late, and dark outside. He pushed
away from the bar, stopped long enough to tell Sinclair and a couple of the
waiters he’d met that he was leaving and then walked out onto the noisy,
crowded street.

“Yes!” he almost shouted,
now that he could express his feelings at finding a job so quickly. He pumped
his fist in the air causing a couple of tourists to move warily out of his way.
I knew I was right coming down here. And
soon I’ll be able to pay my own way, but damn, first I need to go shopping. Not
tonight though, it’s too late.

Turning the corner he
started up the street that led back to the B&B. As he walked he started
humming one of the songs the band had played, almost skipping along to the beat
of it, oblivious to everything around him.

“Well, well, what have we
here?”

The harsh voice brought Kemp
back to reality. Ahead of him stood two men. The one who had spoken smirked at
his surprise. “Looking for us?”

Kemp’s hands fisted as he
momentarily stood his ground. “Not really.”

“Now why don’t I believe
that?” The man took two steps forward and Kemp whirled around, ready to run,
only to find a third man behind him.

“Where’s your weapon boy?”

“Weapon?” Kemp was now
thoroughly confused.

“I think they mean something
like this,” someone said quietly from the shadowed entrance to a courtyard
between two of the buildings. Something silver flashed momentarily as the man
added, “Shall we take this somewhere less public, gentlemen?”

The tallest of Kemp’s three
assailants nodded. “Two for the price of one, I like that idea.” He strode
forward, grabbing Kemp’s arm to pull him into the gloom, his two compatriots
right behind them.

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Born and bred Cleveland, I earned a degree in technical theater, later switched to costuming, and headed to NYC. Finally seeing the futility of trying to become rich and famous in the Big Apple, I joined VISTA (Volunteers in Service to America), ending up in Chicago for three years. Then it was on to Denver where I put down roots and worked as a costume designer until just recently.
I began writing five years ago after joining an on-line fanfic group. Two friends and I then started a group for writers where they may post any story they wish no matter the genre or content. Since then, for the last two years, I’ve been writing for publication. Most, but not all, of my work is m/m, either mildly erotic or purely ‘romantic’, and more often than not it involves a mystery or covert operations.